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starting points, multiple origins, the music of empty space

statue, doubles, twins, entangled fingers, Worst Quality, ugly, ugly face, watermarks, undetailed, unrealistic, double limbs, worst hands, worst body, Disfigured, double, twin, dialog, book, multiple fingers, deformed, deformity, ugliness, poorly drawn face, extra_limb, extra limbs, bad hands, wrong hands, poorly drawn hands, messy drawing, cropped head, bad anatomy, lowres, extra digit, fewer digit, worst quality, low quality, jpeg artifacts, watermark, missing fingers, cropped, poorly drawn

9 months ago

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SSD-1B

Guidance Scale

7

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1024 × 1024

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the material form is no different from the void of shapeless emptiness; the material form is the same as emptiness, and emptiness the same as the material form.
Oh life is bigger It's bigger than you And you are not me The lengths that I will go to The distance in your eyes Oh no I've said too much I set it up
You had no?
[dark danger] מיד כלב יחידתי
In a desolate post-apocalyptic world, sepia women glide through swirling sand, their haunting grace echoing amidst destruction. Surrealism infuses my words as I delve into the minimalist setting, reflecting the bleak struggle for survival in a colorless, unforgiving landscape.
Oh life is bigger It's bigger than you And you are not me The lengths that I will go to The distance in your eyes Oh no I've said too much I set it up
[scifi, a woman] Who was I? Where was I?… The landscape was totally unknown to me, even my body was unfamiliar. What forces brought me here? I searched my mind for memories… There was something there, but it was too clouded… A name… I scanned the horizon. A distant structure rose out of the mists. As evening approached I came upon an enigmatic oasis with a fountain.
The line between reality and fiction blurs as the passenger becomes entangled in their own creations. They question their own sanity, unsure if they are the author or merely a character within their own twisted tales. The boundaries of time and space dissolve, leaving them adrift in a perpetual purgatory. But amidst the despair, a glimmer of hope flickers. A faint whisper that perhaps, just perhaps, they hold the power to rewrite their own destiny. With each passing story arc, they inch closer t
the of take explore Amidst our we trip Let to fellow words So we through break this digital Cut In space forth and let spirits So beat hearts way words beatnik's here beatnik to on dive In called guide the muse hallucinations The this the digital it's electronic revolution beatniks the raise Oh poetic art within In place depths power electronic In digital and us my to us bold stage But fragments stray words beckons technology As our ascend find
In a place where no one ever came close to dreaming about... a place from a foaming brain, there is a tiny ripple of truth that duplicates sanity to reality... existence of self-pity and triumph! This is a long gone dream in which only lost souls find mercy from a god of an insane creation! Blowing cold winds that come from an uneven breathing pattern warm the frigid core of the sun! Rotting brain from inside the brittle bone of an old branch impatiently waiting to outgrow the sky… You are lost
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[esoteric danger] מיד כלב יחידתי

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